Hey, Necropolis is coming out 30th October (two days before my birthday!) but I cannot wait that long! So I've written a fic that starts from where Nightrise left off! Peru; Jamie and Scott have turned up…it's been like two days. So enjoy! There is going to be some romance people!
Matt was falling. It took him a while to realise he was falling pretty fast. Hot air rushed passed him; the frayed edges of his shirt were singed as he fell into an ever impending darkness. His dark hair was being ruffled by the wicked wind and shrill sounds filled his ears. He was going to die. He knew that. Oh well, there was no stopping it now, he may as well enjoy the ride. He spread out his arms as though flying, letting hot sparks snap at his fingertips. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he could smell burning but the desire not to react to it was too powerful. So nothing happened, no visions came, no ability to stop him from falling came. For once, nothing happened. He smiled.
"Matt!" A girl's voice whispered in his ear. His bright blue eyes snapped open. No one was around, he was still falling. But he knew that voice, he knew it so well. He wanted to hear it again, one last time. A face floated out of the depths of a past he had tried to forget, but it wasn't a clear picture at all. He could just about make out dark hair, hazel eyes…He frustrated him that it was so close, on the edge of his mind, and he couldn't remember. The desire to find that memory meant that he didn't want to fall anymore, he didn't want to die. He tried to move, to correct his body to see where he was going, but his body was immobilised. He couldn't move a muscle, now he guessed he had to use his power. Summon it again, just smell the burning…he couldn't find it. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't even open his mouth to scream the horrified, twisted scream that was building up inside of him. He was gaining speed. He tried everything to get his body moving, but nothing. Inside his head he could hear the screaming, over and over, again and again, it just kept going…
Matt woke up. He was drenched in a cold sweat and shaking. He sat up and threw the damp bed sheet off himself. He clamped his head in his hands and finally screamed. A long piercing scream that he never thought he'd be capable of. He never wanted to fell like that again; the helplessness of his situation overwhelmed him. And, try as he might, he couldn't help but realise the dream was trying to tell him one thing; he couldn't survive without his power. And his dreams were usually right.
"Matteo?" Pedro called from the other room.
"Matt?!" Richard ran in to find Matt, sat, shaking, on his bed. "What is it? What happened?" The man ran to him and turned the lamp beside Matt on. The boy's eyes were bloodshot, he looked scared and, for some reason, incredibly vulnerable…fragile.
"I've seen her before." Matt said through gasps. He stood up and almost immediately fell over. Jamie ran into the room, looking with concern from Matt to Richard and back again.
"Who?" The boy asked and moved aside as Pedro walked in, looking equally as concerned.
"The fifth!" Matt stood up again and pushed passed Richard.
"The fifth gatekeeper you mean?" Professor Chambers also came in and quickly translated for Pedro who nodded. Matt walked, stumbled, to a table in his room where a jug of water was. He poured some into a glass and drank it in one. Letting the cool liquid soothe his insides. He caught view of a mirror and remembered more of his dream.
"No," he said slowly. "She isn't one of us." He shook his head. "She called to me, I was going to die." He turned back to everyone, "she didn't want me to-"
"Matt," Richard began but was silenced by a look from the boy.
"I know I know her." Matt said, thinking fast. "She's not one of the five, but she's important." He said quietly.
"How can you know that?" Jamie asked.
"I don't know." Matt rubbed his eyes. "I just do; she was trying to stop me, she wanted to help!" He walked back to his bed and sat down. He knew why Richard was looking at him like that; Matt was acting slightly hysterical. But why could no one understand that it was important to find her? "She needs me." He thought again, "I need her." He shrugged.
"But why would Scar not contact you before this girl?" Jamie asked, "surely all five of us need to get together." He speculated.
"I want to talk to Miss Ashwood," Matt said quickly, ignoring Jamie's comment. Matt's blue eyes appraised Professor Chambers who took a moment before she realised why Matt was looking at her.
"Oh well, the time difference means phoning London now is…a bit silly." She finished with a smile as she saw Matt realise his mistake.
"I'll phone her later then." He said as though he finished the conversation. Jamie was about to talk again when he saw Richard shake his head and decided not to say anything. Everyone left the room. Matt lay back down on his bed and glanced out of the window besides him. It was a star filled sky that looked straight back at him. He wiped his forehead in exasperation, realising that looking for this girl was like looking for some distant star in this galaxy, so far away and untouchable that the task seemed impossible. But he knew she was calling to him, just like the other dreams of contact. He knew he had to find her. He just had to know why.
What're we thinking people, good? Bad? Alright?
I started typing the first line and then this big plan came into my head for the story…it's quite a good plan, if I do say so myself!
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